The person he held into his arms still had body temperature, and Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief for the time being. He held Zhao Qingyan's waist with both hands, and slowly tightened his arms until Zhao Qingyan's entire body was tightly attached to his arms. The people outside the room who were frightened by him finally reacted at this time.

"Wen Qiao!" Mrs. Cheng opened Qiaoling's hand to reach over to help her, and stepped heavily on the ground and walked to the position by the door. She stared at the scene in the room, and said angrily: "As soon as you come back, this is like this, do you have to be angry with me to feel at ease!"

Wen Qiao naturally had no such plans, and he didn't answer Mrs. Cheng's words. As long as he thought of how Mrs. Cheng had treated Zhao Qingyan in the days when he was away, he was afraid for a while. When he left, he swore to Zhao Qingyan that he would protect her thoroughly, but he didn't do it at all.

Wen Qiao tilted his head and rubbed Zhao Qingyan's neck, he lowered his voice and shouted softly and slowly, "Zhao Qingyan." Zhao Qingyan, who was tightly held in Wen Qiao's arms, did not react at all. But her body temperature and breathing are normal, Wen Qiao wondered, but she didn't know what was wrong with her.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, except for the bed lying under Zhao Qingyan, there is no other furniture, and the others are all miscellaneous items piled up on both sides of the room. The pane near the door was tightly closed. Wen Qiao could imagine what the scene was like in this room before he kicked it open.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and exhaled a cloudy breath lightly and heavily. Mrs. Cheng was already mad at him, and was stomping her foot and pointing at Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan, who were constantly scolding something. But Wen Qiao didn't bother to pay attention to her now, if he hadn't taken into account the weak mother-son relationship between them, and changed to anyone else, he would have been angry.

In fact, he is also angry and angry now, but he can't really be unreasonable to Mrs. Cheng, the only thing he can do is ignore Mrs. Cheng. No matter what Mrs. Cheng does, he will definitely protect Zhao Qingyan at all times in the future. He would never allow such a thing to happen a second time.

Wen Qiao picked up Zhao Qingyan and directly ignored Mrs. Cheng's intention to go outside, and at the same time he said to Uncle Zhong who was on the side: "Go and ask the doctor to come over." Before he walked out of the door, Wen Qiao's clothes were grabbed, and Mrs. Cheng's eyes were red, and she asked, "Do you still have my mother in your eyes!"

Wen Qiao, who was holding the unconscious Zhao Qingyan, turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Cheng calmly, and he asked rhetorically: "I want to ask my mother this sentence, do you still have my son in your eyes?" After saying this, Wen Qiao didn't stop, and didn't care about Mrs. Cheng's crying behind him, and left indifferently.

He returned to the east courtyard, and as soon as he entered the door, the maids who had been waiting inside poured in. Wen Qiao hugged Zhao Qingyan and walked inside without squinting, and he ordered: "Go and prepare hot water first." After placing Zhao Qingyan in place, Wen Qiao tried to call her a few more times, "Zhao Qingyan? Light smoke?"

No matter how Wen Qiao called it, Zhao Qingyan never responded. Wen Qiao waited for a while, and there was a sound of footsteps in the room, and Uncle Zhong panted and walked to him, pointing out the doctor who came with him to Wen Qiao, "Shizi, the doctor has come over." ”

"Shizi." The doctor followed Uncle Zhong and saluted Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao nodded indiscriminately, he gave the doctor the position next to the bed, and urged: "Let's see what happened to her first?" No matter what I called her, there was no response. ”

The doctor took down the heavy medicine box he was carrying and put it on the ground. He didn't say anything more, silently took out Zhao Qingyan's wrist and cut her pulse. During the time when the doctor cut Zhao Qingyan's pulse, Wen Qiao's eyes stared straight at Zhao Qingyan.

"Shizi." The doctor put Zhao Qingyan's hand back down, he stood up and said to Wen Qiao: "This girl was in a short coma because she ate cold food powder." Without waiting for Wen Qiao to ask, the doctor took the initiative to explain: "Cold food scattered yin, the five elements belong to the earth, and it is a cold medicine that specifically targets the spleen and stomach."

The doctor violently explained several of the herbs in Hanshisan, and finally said: "People who take this medicine will have a fever, become addicted, and fall into a long coma. The girl was in a coma at this time, so no matter what others called her, she didn't react. “

Wen Qiao didn't understand medical skills, he nodded as if he didn't understand, and asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment, "Then will this medicine cause damage to the body?" The doctor took the medicine box and found a pen and paper inside.

While writing on the yellowed page, he said: "If an ordinary person takes it for a long time, she will become addicted, and her body will gradually weaken, and the time she is awake will be reduced, and people who sleep for a long time." If it is severe, it can cause coma. ”

"Medicine is not a good medicine, and there is damage to the body. However, the biggest effect of this medicine is to make people fall asleep. The doctor babbled a lot.

The last stroke landed on the paper, and the doctor picked it up and blew on the ink that had not yet dried. "The prince only needs to follow my prescription to grab the medicine and take it every day. This girl has not been taking Hanshisan for a long time, and there will be no problem in cultivating well in the future. ”

Wen Qiao took the prescription handed over by the doctor, he read it carefully, and then carefully put the prescription away. After reading Zhao Qingyan's illness, Wen Qiao said to Uncle Zhong: "Uncle Zhong, you send the doctor back."

The doctor stretched out his hand and stopped: "Don't bother, I'll just go out by myself."

After the doctor left, Wen Qiao took the prescription to the maid who served and went to the pharmacy to grab the medicine. During this period, Zhao Qingyan has always been in a coma, and she can't feel it no matter how noisy the outside world is.

The door was knocked on by the maid, and Wen Qiao said, "Come in." The maid held a medicine bowl in her hand, which contained half a bowl of jet-black medicinal soup. Wen Qiao took it from his maid's hand, "I'll come here, you go down first." ”

The light in the room was very good, Wen Qiao helped Zhao Qingyan up and let her lean her back on the pillow, and blew the hot medicinal soup before feeding it into Zhao Qingyan's mouth. Zhao Qingyan seemed to be conscious in a coma, and she drank all the medicine Wen Qiao fed.

After feeding the medicine, Wen Qiao put her back on the bed. Wen Qiao sat on the edge of the bed and began to feel sleepy after a while.

He had been on the road for days and nights, and when he woke up, he was still exhausted. In the palace just now, his whole spirit was tense, and as soon as he returned home, he relaxed, and naturally he was attacked by fatigue again.

He lifted the quilt and got on the bed, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took Zhao Qingyan into his arms. Smelling the familiar breath on Zhao Qingyan's body, Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan were really unconscious and asleep, and fell into a dream together.

Wen Qiao's side is quiet and harmonious, but there is a commotion in Mrs. Cheng's courtyard in the same house.

A slap was slapped on Aunt Zhang's face, followed by Mrs. Cheng's angry voice, "What the hell are you doing!"